When I hear the distant whistle of a train
I am reminded today’s machines
Differ from those of my childhood so long ago.
Passenger coaches whizzing by, clickety clack
On the railroads tracks.
Today, in this time and space,
Passenger cars are going by the wayside
Only a few remain…
Now, mainly cargo carriers roll down the rails,
Making their presence known at railroad crossings
A whistle, signs, crossbars in yellow or white,
Forcing motorists to stop, wait for roaring trains,
Forcing me to wait, recall
My childhood of long ago days
My mother choosing to take me on a train ride, clickety, clickety,
All the way to the Twin Cities, and
A special visit to Gramma’s place.
I remember; thankful for time, experiences, precious memories
I remember…and smile.
By Carolyn R Scheidies